Iron bed, Iron will

Michael had fantasized about this bed since they bought the house almost 10 years ago. The bed was over 100 years old, French, cast iron… the foot and head were not simple iron bars, they were hand bent scrolls, elegant curves fashioned out of the brutal black iron. The minute he saw it he imagined being tied hand and foot, spread out on the bed, at the mercy of Lisa’s every whim or imagination. And tonight was the night.

Lisa knew this was a fantasy of his for a long time… and tonight she had told him to wait for her on the bed… naked… arms and legs spread wide. The room glowed with the candles and his imagination raced with the possibilities of what Lisa might have in mind. She had become bolder recently, especially now that they were living full time in their stone country house… he wasn’t quite sure what she might be capable of… and that was exciting.

He heard her footsteps and looked up to see his queen walking across the their adjoining open wardrobe room. She was an absolute vision, her toned, tanned skin set off by her flowing black hair, black corset, stockings, heels and… nothing else. Her hips were unashamedly naked, her trimmed dark mound an erotic exclamation point to lace corset… a clear indication that Michael would not just be a passive prisoner this evening. In one hand the leather handled feather she loved to tease him with, the other held several strips of silky fabric. It was an intoxicatingly sexy scene that men the world over fantasize of, and Michaels cock strained upwards in appreciation.

Lisa sat on the side of the bed and looked down at her man lovingly… so eager to please her, so eager to be touched, teased and tortured by his queen. She ran her feather over his stretched out, hungry body… “Are you ready my Love”

“Oh yes”

She laughed “ I’m sure you are.” Her other hand and began to drape the silky strips of cloth over his body… along his arms, over his chest, around his cock, down his legs… teasing, letting the anticipation build. She loved the way his muscles strained, his skin almost reaching up to touch the cloth. She loosely draped a strip across each foot, then reversed the path up his thighs, over his balls and cock, circling the tip a few times, then across his belly, tickling his nipples, then over the shoulders, arms, and one more across each wrist. Then she waited.

Lisa knew Michael was waiting to be tied up… longing for it… so she waited, again letting his anticipation build. Then she slowly laid down on the bed, curling her body next to his naked skin, enjoying his heat and she laid her head on his arm, her lips at his ear, her finger tips now gliding over his skin where the cloth was moments ago. His body was full of desire… She began to whisper, her warm breath caressing his neck.

“My Love… my Spartan, my Gladiator… you want me to tie you to this bed? blindfold you? Have you totally and completely at my mercy?”

“Yesssss” he whispered back

“I know you do… and then you can fantasize that you are completely my slave, maybe a little scared that I can do anything I want to you and you couldn’t stop me, couldn’t do anything about it… and maybe in the darkness of the blindfold even imagine I am a stranger, some strange woman having her way with you… that would make it even more exciting and dangerous… yes?”

“Yessss” again was his reply

“But you see my love… I don’t want that. I don’t want your mind drifting to someplace passive or helpless, I don’t want you imagining me to be a stranger… I want you right here, present”

She let her hand drift over his dripping cock and stroked him… “I want your total submission to me knowing it is your choice, that you are choosing every moment of pleasure… every moment of pain.” She reached up and pinched his nipple, eliciting a sharp breath from Michael. “I want you focused every minute on me, your Queen… knowing that you are submitting because of your love for me… I don’t want you pretending you don’t have control, I want you to know you are giving me that control, that this is what you want… every bit of it… and I want you to know every minute that there is only me, your Queen, your Woman… not a stranger… and I am doing this for you. There will be no ropes, no blindfolds, no handcuffs or chains. You will willingly, eagerly, lovingly, and completely submit to whatever kind of play I desire… are we clear?”

“Crystal clear!” Michael smiled… he didn’t seem disappointed that he wasn’t going to be tied up after all.

“Good… now if you like, you might want to hold on to the bars, because I’m in the mood to be a little wild tonight…” Lisa returned to her teasing and tickling, letting the feather explore his body as if it had a mind of its own… soon she saw what she wanted, a small glistening drop of dew on the tip of his cock. She climbed up on top of Michael, “And let’s start with a proper warm-up” She moved up to straddle his head, sinking her pussy down over his mouth, feeling his tongue eagerly open her pussy lips and circle her clit.

“Ahhhhh yesss, she sighed, that’s a good boy” She held on to the iron bars as Michael’s tongue explored… circling, probing, flicking over the outer lips, and then sucking deeply on her clit… Lisa felt the heat building.

She stopped him to turn around… why stare at the wall when she had his body laid out for playing with? She repositioned herself on his face, now facing towards the foot of the bed, her hands resting on his hips, let her hair drape down and tickle over his hips and shaft as his tongue hard building her pleasure. Ohhh… the waves of please started coursing up her back… “Niiiiiceeeee” she sighed… she bent over and took the tip his cock in her mouth for a quick little reward… then she sat up and pressed down harder on his face, grinding her pussy against his short beard as his warm wet tongue alternated between deep probing and sucking and circling her clit again… this time the wave came up her belly, clenching her stomach in an intense contraction.. oh yessss.

She looked down at his broad chest between her thighs then gave his nipple a sharp twist. The vibration of his groan was delightful… she gave it a harder twist and rewarded with his load moan into her pussy…. and sucked urgently… she moved her hands to her thighs and began grinding again… she could feel she was getting close…. time to shift positions again.

“Ahhh my love, your tongue is very very nice… but now that you have me nice and wet and warmed up I have a deeper itch to scratch.” his cock was standing rock hard and arching to his belly. She settled herself down over the tip… Michael was thick and long… she had to take it slowly, but she was quite wet by now. His hips pressed up to meet her and she slid down slowly… inching her way down until she was fully on his shaft… his groan matched her own as he filled her to the very core.

“Now baby… pay attention… you are not to cum until I say so… I want a good long ride.” She brought the forgotten whip up from her side and gave him a light smack on his chest, amused at his surprised look. “Are you paying attention?”

“Yes ma’am!” he smiled. She started grinding her hips, sliding him in and out of her. Soon he was matching her rhythm, and she closed her eyes to the pleasure of his swollen cock sliding in and out of her more forcefully… she could feel the heat building up in her belly, but then could also detect the head of his cock getting thicker… no.. not yet… she raised the little whip and cracked it down hard on his chest. Michael’s eyes flew open and his pumping stopped. She smiled… this is where the game gets interesting…

She slowly kept grinding her hips as she told him, “ I told you, you are not to cum until I say… you were getting close, I could feel it… and if I feel you getting out of control I will use this to help you… tonight we see how much pain and pleasure my Marine can handle.” She gave him another good hard smack just to make her point. “Got it?”

His breathing was heavy, and he half-smiled as he said “Ok… I’ll do my best”

“Oh… I know you will… cause you’re mine.” she scratched her fingernails down his chest for emphasis. she shifted her rhythm to a circular motion, enjoying the pressure of his hard tip drawing circles inside her belly… then back to the grinding, his rough pubic hair ticking her clit as she rode him… Michael was moaning now as he tried to keep control… she could feel is tip twitching… she stopped… so close now, but not ready to end her fun.
She slid off his thick wet dick and watched a moment while it twitched in the cool night air while Michael groaned in denied desire. Turning around so her back faced the head of the bed… Lisa looked over her shoulder… “I’m not ready for you to cum yet… riding you is a little rough, my pussy wants some kisses… she’s a little wet, but I’m sure you won’t mind. She scooted up on the bed until her thighs were at his armpits, then bent back and placed her pussy directly over his mouth. His tongue eagerly began its work, licking up her juices, sliding deep inside her cunt, circling her tip the way she liked…

“Slow down” she whispered with a shudder… then turned her focus to running her whip up and down his torso and thighs… giving a little smack now and then to keep him off balance. His tip was oozing with juice, she used the tip of her whip to spread it down the shaft of his dick, then gave his balls a little smack as his hips lifted against the touch. ‘stay down boy’

She ground her hips over Michael’s face, relishing the roughness of his short beard on her thighs… the heat was building… she needed more than his tongue… She quickly moved off his face and once again slid down on his thick dripping cock and felt the flush of heat up her neck and ears… she reached forward and slid her thumb in his mouth… his wet thick tongue wrapping around her finger, sucking it like he did her clit a few moments before… “you come when I say” her hips couldn’t help but to start pounding harder and faster… his moans grew load and pleading… he couldn’t hold it… she knew…

“Wait!” she continued pumping him… “WAIT”… then she stopped, planted firmly down to the base of his cock, reached forward with both hands to grab his face, looked him straight in the eyes… “CUM!… Cum for me”

And cum he did, groaning and bucking and squirting deep inside her. Her face stayed close to his as she watched his orgasm convulse his whole body and then pass up and into hers… her thighs, stomach, butt, and pussy clenched down on his dick as they both gave in to the explosion… then collapsed on top of him.

Both of their breathing was ragged, but she managed a “Good Boy” with a sigh as she settled her head down into the curve of his neck, straightened her legs, and let his softened cock slowly ease out of her. She didn’t care about all the juices and sweat… he would clean that up later.